x Good image. I feel they’re about to have a punch up when one remembers, oh no, you’re right, Carisa WAS your wife… and my mistress.
Though when the other admits it was visa versa they may remain friends.
They may not be plugged in 100% but they will remember what is worth remembering, I am sure. The scent of fresh bread and coffee and the rich sweet breeze of the sea still carrying echoes of laughter and kisses from the past.
This is sweet, Carl. It makes me think of a joke that my dear old dad tells about two elderly couples enjoying a meal together. The men have a conversation together when the women disappear into the kitchen. The one man tells the other about a wonderful restaurant they visited the night before, but he cannot remember what the restaurant was called. He says to his friend, “What’s the name of that long-stemmed flower, with a beautiful fragrant blossom and thorns on the stem?” His friend says, “Rose?” He then shouts, “Rose! What was the name of that restaurant we went to last night?” 🙂
Sunshine
That was a good one. Just shows we must adapt along with our limitations as we age. I know. I’ll be 62 in June. I think. Wait let me check my ID. Yes it says 1949. As I was saying I’m coming up on 62…..
Suspicions confirmed. With men it’s out of sight out of mind, and they replace you with any memory that makes them feel good about themselves or look good to their buddies. Women just want to forget they were ever married.
But Demitrio is still brought to tears by the memory of Aniella’s poetry and song and Cosimo felt the same for Carisa’s tender kindness. It is just the decline of old men hanging on to valuable memories with less and less ability to do so. Soon they will forget each other’s names but will never forget that they were somehow friends and had love for only the one wife each had. Yes many men are flirtatious selfish scoundrels but these two were pure of heart to the end. Proof reading, I think perhaps this may become the first paragraph of that novel I have always waited to start. Thank you for awakening the romantic Don Quixote in me this morning.
Glad to inspire you, as your blog inspires me on a regular basis. That is a good starting point for a novel. Hey, you write one from the man’s perspective and I’ll write one from the woman’s. Sort of a Mars and Venus for the babyboomer crowd.
The last thing of length I wrote was 70 pages on “The Doctrinal Disputes of the Massachusetts Puritans from 1630 to 1670 that led to an Amicable division as Congregationalists or Presbyterians” That was 1979 and I swore I would never attempt such a project again. On the other had these cartoons and collages are novels of a type because of the delightful sharing this post has elicited from delightful people. The novel is the sum total of the blog and there are many chapters yet to come.
Now you’re making me question whether or not all my high school girlfriends were my own or not. It does seem strange that all my dance pictures are of my girlfriends dancing with my best friends.
but…what did their first wives look like, and under what circumstances did they find it necessary to divorce the first pair, marry the second, and then have them offed so young.
this must be a mafia cartoon.
They are the first and only wives of each. They can’t remember, I mean I can’t remember. Well I do remember this is in Genoa or was it Palermo? I know there were grapes or were those olives? They did not share wives but were so close, the 4 of them since childhood. Or was I born in Rome? I can speak some Spanish so maybe it was Barcelona or Seville and it’s Carlos and Santos. Maybe they just think they had wives. Or it could be that…..
Oh, heavens no. They are Sicilians and such things are prohibited as part of omerta. Respect a man’s wife as you would your own mother. They remain pure of heart each a Don Quixote in their own right but their love and integrity was no folly.
Good image. I feel they’re about to have a punch up when one remembers, oh no, you’re right, Carisa WAS your wife… and my mistress.
Though when the other admits it was visa versa they may remain friends.
I don’t think they would remember what to do at this particular romantic escapade. Italians are too possessive and jealous to engage in such activity anyway. Except those that may have French blood.
25 responses to “Old Widowers and Their Memories (?) by Carl D’Agostino”
blackwatertown
March 22nd, 2011 at 22:15
x Good image. I feel they’re about to have a punch up when one remembers, oh no, you’re right, Carisa WAS your wife… and my mistress.
Though when the other admits it was visa versa they may remain friends.
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carldagostino
March 22nd, 2011 at 23:17
They may not be plugged in 100% but they will remember what is worth remembering, I am sure. The scent of fresh bread and coffee and the rich sweet breeze of the sea still carrying echoes of laughter and kisses from the past.
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sunshineinlondon
March 22nd, 2011 at 17:31
This is sweet, Carl. It makes me think of a joke that my dear old dad tells about two elderly couples enjoying a meal together. The men have a conversation together when the women disappear into the kitchen. The one man tells the other about a wonderful restaurant they visited the night before, but he cannot remember what the restaurant was called. He says to his friend, “What’s the name of that long-stemmed flower, with a beautiful fragrant blossom and thorns on the stem?” His friend says, “Rose?” He then shouts, “Rose! What was the name of that restaurant we went to last night?” 🙂
Sunshine
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carldagostino
March 22nd, 2011 at 18:27
That was a good one. Just shows we must adapt along with our limitations as we age. I know. I’ll be 62 in June. I think. Wait let me check my ID. Yes it says 1949. As I was saying I’m coming up on 62…..
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m
March 22nd, 2011 at 09:27
Suspicions confirmed. With men it’s out of sight out of mind, and they replace you with any memory that makes them feel good about themselves or look good to their buddies. Women just want to forget they were ever married.
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carldagostino
March 22nd, 2011 at 09:45
But Demitrio is still brought to tears by the memory of Aniella’s poetry and song and Cosimo felt the same for Carisa’s tender kindness. It is just the decline of old men hanging on to valuable memories with less and less ability to do so. Soon they will forget each other’s names but will never forget that they were somehow friends and had love for only the one wife each had. Yes many men are flirtatious selfish scoundrels but these two were pure of heart to the end. Proof reading, I think perhaps this may become the first paragraph of that novel I have always waited to start. Thank you for awakening the romantic Don Quixote in me this morning.
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m
March 22nd, 2011 at 13:10
Glad to inspire you, as your blog inspires me on a regular basis. That is a good starting point for a novel. Hey, you write one from the man’s perspective and I’ll write one from the woman’s. Sort of a Mars and Venus for the babyboomer crowd.
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carldagostino
March 22nd, 2011 at 23:32
The last thing of length I wrote was 70 pages on “The Doctrinal Disputes of the Massachusetts Puritans from 1630 to 1670 that led to an Amicable division as Congregationalists or Presbyterians” That was 1979 and I swore I would never attempt such a project again. On the other had these cartoons and collages are novels of a type because of the delightful sharing this post has elicited from delightful people. The novel is the sum total of the blog and there are many chapters yet to come.
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The Good Greatsby
March 22nd, 2011 at 00:59
Now you’re making me question whether or not all my high school girlfriends were my own or not. It does seem strange that all my dance pictures are of my girlfriends dancing with my best friends.
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carldagostino
March 22nd, 2011 at 05:54
Love is not owning people but there ought to be confidence in mutual commitment. However, as President Reagan to the Russians “Trust but verify”
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kateshrewsday
March 21st, 2011 at 18:50
Aw, let’s call the whole thing off…
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carldagostino
March 21st, 2011 at 19:20
It’s fun though.
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planejaner
March 21st, 2011 at 10:33
but…what did their first wives look like, and under what circumstances did they find it necessary to divorce the first pair, marry the second, and then have them offed so young.
this must be a mafia cartoon.
🙂
blessings
jane
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carldagostino
March 21st, 2011 at 10:56
They are the first and only wives of each. They can’t remember, I mean I can’t remember. Well I do remember this is in Genoa or was it Palermo? I know there were grapes or were those olives? They did not share wives but were so close, the 4 of them since childhood. Or was I born in Rome? I can speak some Spanish so maybe it was Barcelona or Seville and it’s Carlos and Santos. Maybe they just think they had wives. Or it could be that…..
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nrhatch
March 21st, 2011 at 10:21
The way they are walking, glued together at the hips, reminds me of conjoined or “Siamese” twins.
Hence, the confusion. 😀
They were both in the same place at the same time with the same two women. Of course, things would be mixed up later in life.
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nrhatch
March 21st, 2011 at 10:24
Alternate theory . . . each of them had an affair of sustained duration with the other’s spouse. 😀
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Dave Hambidge
March 21st, 2011 at 10:30
Excellent ideas, puts a new spin on the menage a four…
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carldagostino
March 22nd, 2011 at 23:23
Oh, heavens no. They are Sicilians and such things are prohibited as part of omerta. Respect a man’s wife as you would your own mother. They remain pure of heart each a Don Quixote in their own right but their love and integrity was no folly.
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carldagostino
March 21st, 2011 at 07:37
Maybe so, but 65 years ago they both were quite “lookers” in their own right.
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blackwatertown
March 22nd, 2011 at 21:59
Good image. I feel they’re about to have a punch up when one remembers, oh no, you’re right, Carisa WAS your wife… and my mistress.
Though when the other admits it was visa versa they may remain friends.
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Maxi
March 21st, 2011 at 07:21
Talk about wishful thinking…
Doubt if either was married to those beauties.
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Dave Hambidge
March 21st, 2011 at 07:04
Menage a quatre?
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carldagostino
March 21st, 2011 at 07:13
I don’t think they would remember what to do at this particular romantic escapade. Italians are too possessive and jealous to engage in such activity anyway. Except those that may have French blood.
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startingoveringermany
March 21st, 2011 at 07:02
Two men fussing over two beautiful ladies, lol. Which ever one was their wife they both are lucky.
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carldagostino
March 21st, 2011 at 07:11
Perhaps they aren’t the correct names either. Al least they remember they are friends and that they were married to delightful women.
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